"..." Anne Sutton looked at Charles Prescott. 'This idiot,' she thought, 'he finally gets it, huh?'
But she didn't admit it so readily.
She just denied it, saying, "No, of course not! They're two different people."
The corner of Charles Prescott's mouth twitched. "You're still lying to me? Do you really think I'm an idiot? You knew all along! It all makes sense now! Why Ethan Linden was so good to you... Nathan Fawcett never died in the first place. They were the same person from the very beginning! That's why he could tolerate you two being together!"
Anne Sutton listened to Charles Prescott's rambling analysis without interrupting.
She just stood to the side, as if watching a clown who had finally realized he'd been fooled.
After finishing his tirade, Charles Prescott finally looked at Anne Sutton and said, "I'm right, aren't I? They're the same person. Nathan Fawcett is Ethan Linden, and Ethan Linden is Nathan Fawcett!"
